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As usual, Yu Ao still had a backache when he went to the company the next day, Zhu Yuran and Qi Lan were used to it, but Su Niannian was the only one who was obsessed with knowing the details.

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Qi Lan asked.

"No need." Yu Ao waved his hand, Wang Su's frequent incidents recently caused Qi Lan a lot of trouble, "Just let Zhu Yuran follow."

And Yu Ao originally thought that Qingzhou was the screen name of this lyricist, but he never thought it was his real name, adding his surname, he was called Duan Qingzhou.

Arriving at the appointed coffee shop, Yu Ao first ordered a cup of hazelnut flavored latte and sat by the window, staring at the passing vehicles in a daze. A few minutes later, Zhu Yuran, who was sitting at the next table, sent a message: The agreed time has passed Well, it won't be such a big name, right?

The more well-known but lacking in vision, the more they put on airs, Zhu Yuran is the least likely to see these things now.

Just as Yu Ao was about to type, he suddenly heard the wind chime ringing at the door. When he looked up, he saw a man in a white shirt walking over.

Very peaceful temperament, warm eyebrows and eyes, the white shirt has obviously been washed a lot, and it looks old, about 27 or [-] years old, the hair is very black, the length is just right, there is a little vicissitudes in the eyes, and what Yu Ao cares about is not the other party's The appearance, but the obviously problematic left leg.

The person who came was walking with a limp and suffered severe injuries.

The other party walked in front of Yu Ao, feeling a little nervous, "Is this Mr. Yu? Sorry, I'm stuck in traffic."

Qi Lan and Duan Qingzhou had a solid relationship, so Duan Qingzhou knew who this overly dazzling young man in front of him was.

"It's me." Yu Ao stood up, "Please sit down."

Yu Ao shook hands with Duan Qingzhou. It's already summer, but the fingertips of the other party are still cold, and the skin is the kind of pale that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, with obvious sickness.

"Thank you, Mr. Yu, for seeing me." Duan Qingzhou was nervous, his hands on the table were unconsciously closed, and his thumbs were lightly clasping the tablecloth.

Yu Ao had a panoramic view of his small movements, and his tone became more gentle: "Mr. Duan, I appreciate your lyrics very much, so I want to ask, are you interested in cooperating with me?"

"Of course there are." Duan Qingzhou's clothes showed one fact: he was short of money.

"Since I came here in person, I do so with great sincerity. The next album is very important to me." Yu Ao handed the lyrics that Li Tan handed him to Duan Qingzhou: "I want to be sure, this is your album. Is it written correctly?"

Duan Qingzhou took it and read it carefully: "That's right, I wrote it without missing a single word."

"Very good." Yu Ao sat up straight: "My rules here, you first write three poems for me to see, if I am satisfied, we will draw up a contract immediately."

What Yu Ao said about the next album is very important, that is, the importance of breaking the sky. Don't look at his current first-level traffic, but the more people follow him, the less he dares to make mistakes. Yu Ao can imagine that if the next If there is a problem with an album, how many deviations will happen to his prediction? This means that he is one step further away from being a superstar. Don't look at Li Tan's anxiety, but Yu Ao is even more anxious. He really wants to make things right with Li Tan. Li Tan leaned on him, biting his shoulder

Shoulder or collarbone, when calling his name over and over again, Yu Ao wished to take his heart out.

Contrary to Yu Ao's expectations, Duan Qingzhou nodded without any objection, and did not negotiate terms, not even asking how much money he could get for a specific song.

Either they trust Yu Ao too much and are ignorant of the world, or they just give a little, which is too casual.

The vicissitudes in Duan Qingzhou's eyes seemed to grow in his blood, Yu Ao could see it clearly, and thought it was the latter.

"[-] for one song." Yu Ao thought for a while and said, "If the album sells well, I'll give you a [-]% bonus, okay?"

Duan Qingzhou froze for a moment, and was very frank: "So much?"

"This is my sincerity." Yu Ao emphasized repeatedly.

"Then I have to work hard." Duan Qingzhou chuckled: "This way, the rent for one year will come out."

Yu Ao nodded: "Come on."

I have to say that Yu Ao did not misread Duan Qingzhou, he was not as fast as Chu Heshan in writing lyrics, but he said that it was only a week, and on the last day after a week, Duan Qingzhou sent the lyrics of three songs to Yu Ao, without mentioning a deposit .

At that time, Yu Ao had just crawled out from the clutches of Film Emperor Li, and originally wanted to sleep for a while, but his eyes lit up when he saw the words, and then he simply took a shower and went straight to the study.

Li Tan gently opened his eyes, seeing that Yu Ao was busy with business, he didn't take it to heart, and fell asleep in a daze, but when he got up in the middle of the night, there was no one around him, but the light in the study was on.

"Still sleeping?" Li Tan hugged Yu Ao from behind.

Yu Ao was startled, and took off the earphones, "I'll sleep right away, don't worry about me."

"Then I'll pour you a glass of water." Li Tan automatically ignored Yu Ao's words, and poured water in before noticing that the table was full of scores, and asked with a frown, "How many songs are these?"

"One song." Yu Ao took the water and drank half of the glass: "Duan Qingzhou's writing is not bad, the more I read it, the more interesting it becomes, and the more I compose this song, the more I think it's wrong, because the fit is not enough."

"That's all right, you do it, I'll accompany you." Li Tan pulled a stool and sat down, and before Yu Ao could speak, he said: "The doctor told me to guarantee eight hours of sleep every day, I calculated it, and it was just enough. "

At this moment, a white belly broke through the night, Yu Ao didn't sleep all night, and Li Tan was sitting opposite, he first wrote a few notes, and then looked up at Film Emperor Li.

"Have I written a song on my face?" Li Tan flipped through his phone to confirm the itinerary, and asked casually.

"I finally understand." Yu Ao put his hands on the table and drew closer to Li Tan. The light cast on his brows and eyes, creating a mist of water, "Why did the ancients quench their thirst by gazing at plum blossoms? When I looked at you, my waist suddenly felt sore. My legs are not hurting, and my spirit is fine."

Li Tan put down his phone and stared at Yu Ao: "Do you have to provoke me like this?"

Yu Ao hurriedly lowered his head, faltering and saying, "I'm starting to write."

Duan Qingzhou did not expect to receive a contract from Qi Lan when he woke up from sleep. The content on it was the same as what Yu Ao said. After confirming that it was correct, Duan Qingzhou printed it out, signed it, and then sent it out. He has a handicap and lives on the first floor. In the old house, there was an old dog left behind by grandma. The landlord was not willing to rent the house to him because Duan Qingzhou had leg problems and was not in good health. The landlord was worried about accidents, but after one winter, Duan Qingzhou was like a window The green vines on the tree are still alive.

On the afternoon when Qi Lan received the contract, she paid Duan Qingzhou 6 yuan, which meant that Yu Ao wanted all three songs.

"Bell." Duan Qingzhou picked up the old dog and sat on the rattan chair. His thin white fingertips were almost transparent in the sunlight. He closed his eyes and gently stroked the bell's hair: "Our life is looking forward to it, but in fact it is too late." Not that bad."

The bell blew twice and licked the back of Duan Qingzhou's hand. Not long after, the young man fell asleep on the rattan chair, his head tilted, and the things in his neck fell out. It was a wooden necklace with a "Shen" engraved on it. Character.